Slave To The Archangel
The fairy is over me on all fours, and a giant spear landing penetrating the ground stops Fabian from mauling us to death.
"Sorry, am I late to join the party?" Azrael calls over from the skies, gaining the attention of the giant bat.
Fabian screeches, and I blink up at the skies, absorbing the sight of Azrael summoning swords and spears out of thin air. The weapons hover with a golden glow, embracing them, dancing around Azrael in a circle before piercing through Fabian.
The bat cries in agony, and I shift my eyes to Sleepy's crimson ones, hoping he understands this is our cue.
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